...it doesn't hurt because it doesn't know how...

Andrew promises to keep in touch again, but Jesse doesn't mind. It will be what it will be, however long it wants to be it. He's done enough of pinning his feelings on other people. He's had enough of terrifying guilt. He's finished with feeling a freak about being alone.

His next project comes fast and easy. Everyone wants him now; everyone likes him.

(Andrew's next letter comes with a card, hard-backed and stencilled, asking for an RSVP and a preference for chicken, beef, fish, or vegetarian. Jesse circles chicken and writes back, You two are very lovely, lucky people, and he means it.)

"Hi," he says, holding out his hand. His co-star blinks at him, a bit owlish beneath a sandy fringe and nervous eyelashes. "I'm Jesse Eisenberg. It's a pleasure to meet you."



Это самое прекрасное и самое ужасное, что я читала по ним.